Multifaceted You

Don’t tell yourself you’re changing

Not counting a serious life event,

you’ll always be you.

The expression may change and that’s it.

Just have fun.

And if you ever tell yourself I’ve got nothing to offer,

refer back to the first segment.

And play around with it!

The expression of your unique combination of genes

and experiences may astound even you.

The Performance of a Lifetime

My wife and I were watching a documentary on a burlesque troupe the other day.

I loved, as the narrative unfolded, the reoccuring themes that began to appear.

They spoke of freedom, of expression, of overpowering the shame hurled upon us by the powers that be.

We all have a unique gift to share with the world. Though we are always tempted to conform, even in art, to express ourselves only in ways we think we ought to act, think, and behave.

But there is richness to be found in self-discovery, a heavenly wink found as we uncover who we really are (and who we are not).

We think if we give the audience what they want, they will be happy; but they will be happier still if we give them what is true.

IF we are alive and engaged, it frees the audience up to do the same.

God’s Scarlet Thread

I love old songs and stories

Even with old hymns, you’ll find there are a hundred different versions

In days past, the idea of story was much more about the conveyance

of individual ownership rather than empirical data.

So, depending on the region and the dialect, you could experience the story in a

whole new way.

That’s why I think it’s so fascinating looking at the Scriptures with a strictly Western

mindset.

The word “inerrant” gets throw around a lot, and I agree that you CAN TOTALLY

rely upon the Bible as your rock and guiding light,

but as I look at the Gospels and even things like Genesis 1 & 2,

I see something beyond equations, a “by the book” approach

I see God working uniquely in the lives of each and every one of these storytellers

to bring about a handcrafted, wonderful experience.

People may never see life the same way you do or we do,

but half the beauty of life is seeing where these stories meet and where they

diverge,

and seeing that through all of it is the scarlet thread of God.

 

 

I Hold the Diamond that is My Soul

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I hold the diamond that is my soul.

I hold it close, then let it go

It spins and swirls inside the wind

with sunlit surface glistenin’.

Even I am in awe of it,

for it is quite magnificent.

Mine, yet not mine

it belongs to all,

until, at, last to the Earth it falls

and I ascend to realms above

held close inside the Savior’s love.

So, enjoy my soul as you will;

soak it in; have your fill.

I will do the same with yours,

reveling in the workings of the LORD,

Who gives to all and takes away,

meticulously perfecting

all He surveys.

Beards: They Grow on You

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Stephen Collins‘ “The Gigantic Beard That Was Evil” is a great book. It’s about a man, Dave, who does the same thing ever day. Same dinner, same music, same job, etc. He does this until one day a beard starts growing on his face. At that point, he freaks out. Everyone around him freaks out. The beard starts growing every which way, and he gets kicked out of town so nobody has to deal with him and his beard any more.

At first, it’s “haha, very funny,” but when you think about it: it’s much deeper than that. I mean, you could look at hair as just that. We have trouble enough with that as it is. We have to shave it off, make it ironic, bathe it in “beauty” products, and do who-knows-what-else to something that occurs naturally and harmlessly. I mean, fuck, we see a woman with some hair on her brows, arms, whatever and we act like devil incarnate. When all is said in done, it’s just hair.*

*Photographer, Ben Hopper, does a magnificent job of redeeming our innate splendor in his “Natural Beauty” project.

Then again, it’s not just hair. Maybe Collins’ beard is everything else that comes out of us too: our dreams, our quirks, our fears. We see one ounce of difference and we flip out. Chill. It’s just them being them. Some people like plaid. Some people love cats. Some people go to sweat houses and chant until they pass out. It’s all good.

I read an article by Dominatrix, Mitsu Mark, who talks about how she has all these clients who have a fantasy experience in mind but are too embarrassed or shy to say it, so they stay quiet and leave wanting. WE GO THROUGH LIFE THAT WAY! We want that last cookie. We wish the barista would re-make the drink. We pass up on the opportunity of a lifetime because somebody might look at us sideways if we did that. This is not saintliness, my friends. It’s societal BS. You want that drink re-made? Ask it to be remade. You want that last cookie, take it! We all know you want it, and we all want you to be happy. So, take it.

Now, that doesn’t mean you have to be a dick about it. Just speak your peace, then step aside to let somebody else have their turn in the spotlight. When you do that, you not only get out of your own way, but you also pave the way for your later acts of valor to be TRULY SELFLESS.

So, be upfront with how you feel. Be honest. Be kind. Be bold.

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